House Party
I'm sat here in the bathroom, cooling down my burning skin
At some dead house party, telling myself lies about why I'm even here
Did I think I'd have fun? Did I think I'd jump the gun?
Did I think you'd stay for a bit?
Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between?
Well, that sounds like me
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
I just met someone with your name, it didn't suit them by the way
A white lie and polite nod as I rearrange
My exit path through the maze of a dimly lit hallway
In the clothes you said you liked yesterday
Think you can guess the way I've felt
Look at my pupils, that's a tell
That my conversation always ends on you
Any person, any room, any tale I'll tell for you
While my friends pretend that they're hearing something new
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
And now I can't find my drink
An excuse comes with this, do you need another too?
Or ditch your friends, ditch mine too, twenty minutes til last tube
And I only even came here to see you
Well, the kitchen feels airtight, the next stage of the night
Small talk with someone that I knew from school
Check my phone, see a text, it flickers quick, like a breath
Surging pang in my chest, you've left
Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between?
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
Did I think I'd have fun? Did I think I'd jump the gun?
Did I think you'd stay for a bit?
Am I drunk? Is it love?
Is it something wedged in between?
Or is it just me?
At some dead house party, telling myself lies about why I'm even here
Did I think I'd have fun? Did I think I'd jump the gun?
Did I think you'd stay for a bit?
Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between?
Well, that sounds like me
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
I just met someone with your name, it didn't suit them by the way
A white lie and polite nod as I rearrange
My exit path through the maze of a dimly lit hallway
In the clothes you said you liked yesterday
Think you can guess the way I've felt
Look at my pupils, that's a tell
That my conversation always ends on you
Any person, any room, any tale I'll tell for you
While my friends pretend that they're hearing something new
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
And now I can't find my drink
An excuse comes with this, do you need another too?
Or ditch your friends, ditch mine too, twenty minutes til last tube
And I only even came here to see you
Well, the kitchen feels airtight, the next stage of the night
Small talk with someone that I knew from school
Check my phone, see a text, it flickers quick, like a breath
Surging pang in my chest, you've left
Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between?
Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on?
Did I think I'd have fun? Did I think I'd jump the gun?
Did I think you'd stay for a bit?
Am I drunk? Is it love?
Is it something wedged in between?
Or is it just me?
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Martin, William Nicola-thompson, Caitlin Whitley, Jonathan Burraway-andrews
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